Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.